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 Antigua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 10cc 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.