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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.