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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.