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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.