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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.