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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 Bologna and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.