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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Siglo XX 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.