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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Faraquet 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.