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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.