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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.