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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
UT,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.