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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.