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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.