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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
the Association,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.