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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.