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 Palau 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Inner City,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.