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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Alton Ellis to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.