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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.