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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.