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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All MDC 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 crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Yaz,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.