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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Can,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.