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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.