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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
AZ,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.