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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.