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 Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.