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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.