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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Franke,
X-101,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
The Move,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.