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 Australia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Deakin,
the Association,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.