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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.