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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.