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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.