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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.