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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.