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 Argentina 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.