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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.