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 Uzbekistan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.