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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.