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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.