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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
UT,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.