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 Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.