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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the techno 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.