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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.