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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Magma,
The Doors,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.