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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.