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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.