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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
The Slits,
the Association,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.