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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.