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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.