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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.