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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.