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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Gap Band to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.