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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.