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 Estonia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.