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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.