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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.