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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.