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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 The Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Television,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Wire,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.