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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.