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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
X-102,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.