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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 marimba 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
World's Most,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.