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 France and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.