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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Coltrane to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.