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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Deakin,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.