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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.