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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Magma,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.