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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Pole,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.