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 Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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.