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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.