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 South Sudan 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.