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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
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.