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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.