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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.