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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.