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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.