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 United States and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Swans,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.