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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Ten City,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.