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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.