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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.