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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson 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 crunk 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.