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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tom Boy 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.