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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Swans,
the Slits,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.