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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.