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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.