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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Television,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.