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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Visage,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.