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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.