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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.