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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Black Dice to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.