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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.