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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Fluxion,
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.