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 Netherlands 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
10cc,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.