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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Scion,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.