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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.