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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.