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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Dark Day,
UT,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.