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 Andorra 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.