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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Hashim to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim 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?
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.