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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Eric B and Rakim 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.