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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.