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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.