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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.