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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.