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 Mauritania 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.