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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.