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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
World's Most,
Organ,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.