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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Scion,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.