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 Bahamas 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Whodini,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.