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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.