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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.