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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.