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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.