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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.