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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.