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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.