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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.