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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.