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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.