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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.