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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.