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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Nico,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.