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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.