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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.