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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.