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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Wake 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.