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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Fear,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.