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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.