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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.