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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Nas,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.