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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.