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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Franke,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.