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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Crime,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.