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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.