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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.