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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.