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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.