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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Vogues,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.