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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.