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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
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.