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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Houston and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.