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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.