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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.