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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Faust,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.