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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.