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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.