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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.