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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.