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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
AZ,
Japan,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.