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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.