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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
CMW,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
The Litter,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.