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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.