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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.