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 Mozambique 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.