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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.