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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Unwound,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.