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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.