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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Suicide,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.