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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Vainqueur 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.