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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
The Gories,
X-101,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.