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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Five Americans to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.