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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.