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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.