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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.