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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
cv313,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.