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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.