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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.