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 Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.