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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.