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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.