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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.