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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.