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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Zapp,
MC5,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.