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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.