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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.