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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.