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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.