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 Chile and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
MDC,
ABC,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.