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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.