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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Mars,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.