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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.