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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.