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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.