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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.