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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
AZ,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
cv313,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.