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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.