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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Intrusion to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.