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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.