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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.