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 Mexico 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.