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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.