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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.