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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
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,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.