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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Magma,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Erasure,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.