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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.