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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.