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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.