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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.