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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.