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 Saudi Arabia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.