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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.