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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Franke,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.