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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.