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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.