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 Maldives and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.