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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Television,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.