Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.