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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.