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 India and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
EPMD,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.