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 Senegal 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.