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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.