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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.