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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.