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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.