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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fortunes to the dance 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.