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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.