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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Faust,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.