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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
The Remains,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.