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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.