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 Mongolia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.