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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.