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 China and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.