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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Television,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.