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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Sonics to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.