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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.