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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Franke,
JFA,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.