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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.