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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.