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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.