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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.