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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.