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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.