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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.