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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Scientists,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
UT,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.