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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.