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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.