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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 The Vogues to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
The Count Five,
June Days,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.