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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.