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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.