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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.