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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.