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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes 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?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Kayak,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.