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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.