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 Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.