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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.