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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the rock 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.