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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.