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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.