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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.