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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.