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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.