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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.