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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Can,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.