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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.