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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.