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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.