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 Malta and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Lalann,
MDC,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.