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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.