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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.