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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Five Americans 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.