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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.