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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis 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?
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.