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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
UT,
Index,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.