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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.