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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.