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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.