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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.