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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.