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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Can,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.