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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.