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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.