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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.