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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
The Associates,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.