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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.