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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Index,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.