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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Can,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.