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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.