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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.