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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.