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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.