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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.