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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Toni Rubio 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.