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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the rap 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.