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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.