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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.