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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.