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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.