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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.