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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.