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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.