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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.