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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Pole,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.