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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.