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 Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.