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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.