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 Korea North and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.