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 San Marino and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.