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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.