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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.