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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.