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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.