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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.