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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Swans,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.