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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.