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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.