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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.