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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Can,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
The Seeds,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.