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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.