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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 spring reverb 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Index,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.