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 Lithuania 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.