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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.