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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.