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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.