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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.