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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.