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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Liliput,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.