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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.