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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.