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 Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.