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 Fiji and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.