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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.