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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.