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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.