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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.