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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.