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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.