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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.