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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.