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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.