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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.