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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.