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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.