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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.