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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.