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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ 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?
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
MDC,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.