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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.