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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.