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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.