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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Skarface,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Swans,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.