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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.