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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
June Days,
The Associates,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.