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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.