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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Television,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.