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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.