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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.