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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Lyres,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.