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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Faust,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.