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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.