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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.