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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.