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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.