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 Gambia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.