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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sparks,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.