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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.