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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.