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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
X-102,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.