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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.