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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.