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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The American Breed 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.