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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.