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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.