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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.