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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.