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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.