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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.