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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.