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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.