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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.