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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Organ,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
The Martian,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.