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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
New Order,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.