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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.