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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Negative Approach 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.