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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the grime 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.