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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.