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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.