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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 the Slits to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
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The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.