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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.