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 India and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.