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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.