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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.