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 Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.