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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.