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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.