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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.