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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
UT,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.