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 Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Slackers to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.