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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Nas,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.