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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.