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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.