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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.