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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.