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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.