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 Andorra and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.