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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.