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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Model 500 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.