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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.