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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.