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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Television,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.