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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Japan,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Can,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.