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 Taiwan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Q65,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.