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 Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.