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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.