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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 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 Franke to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Scion,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Drexciya,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.