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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.