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 Burundi and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.