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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.