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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.