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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Technova 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.