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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.