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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.