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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.