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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Television,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.