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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.