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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.