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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Can,
Liliput,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.