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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.