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 Angola and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.