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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.