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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.