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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Remains to the electroclash 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.