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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Kayak,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.