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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.