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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Swans,
The Associates,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.