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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Q65,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.