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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Can,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.