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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.