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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.