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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.