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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.