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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.