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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.