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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.