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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.