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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.