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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.