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 Benin 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Can,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.