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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.