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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Q65,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.