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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.