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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.