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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.