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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Agitation Free 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.