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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.