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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Public Enemy 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.