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 Ghana 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.