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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Can,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.