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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.