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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.