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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.