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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.