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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.