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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.