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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
X-101,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.