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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.