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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.