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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
10cc,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
The Fall,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
MC5,
Franke,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.