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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.