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 Guyana 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.