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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.