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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.