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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.