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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.