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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.