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 Australia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.