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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Visage,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
New Order,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.