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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.