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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.