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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.