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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.