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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Jandek,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.