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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.