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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.