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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.