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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.