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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.