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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.