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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.