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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.