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 Kuwait 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Crime,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.