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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Bluetip to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.