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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.