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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.