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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 The Vogues to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.