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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.