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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.