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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.