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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.