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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.