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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.