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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
10cc,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.