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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
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.