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 Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 clarinet 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.