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 New Zealand 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.