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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.