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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.