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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.