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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
The Star Department,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.