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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.