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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.