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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.