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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.