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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.