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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.