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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Little Man,
AZ,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.