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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.