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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Monks,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.