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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.