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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker 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?
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.