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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
UT,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.