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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.