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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Brick,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.