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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.