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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.