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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.